Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.